Disclaimer: Twilight = not mine. The term "Shadowhunter" is not mine either - it's Cassandra Clare's.

A/N: And is anyone else excited for "The City of Fallen Angels"? Because I think I'm practically dying! T_T And yes, this is a hint that I will eventually write a Mortal Instruments fanfic. The pairing will be a surprise, though. However, I'll give you one hint (which, if you're like me, you'll probably guess from): Sparkles and Sweaters. 3 (Which I'm thinking might be the title. XD) Okay, on to the actual notes... I'm testing the waters with Jasper's POV! So … be prepared for emotions twice as strong as the emos~! XD (I actually have no idea why I feel the need to make all my characters in these silly things emo. It makes me feel like a poser (o.e) when, actually, I'm just trying to be myself. I honestly don't know why my penname is "EmoGal". It contradicts everything I go for. I don't like using stereotypes, I don't like misspelled - intentionally or not - words, I don't like those kinds of things. So why the hell did I choose the name? It's beyond me. Maybe I should change my penname to: "BeingMyself"... Oh, yes, I'm gonna stop ranting now and get on with the story...)

Chapter 13: A Surprise Addition

Renesmee's POV

Alex was quickly relocated to Alice's room, where she was reading him a book about a race of people called Shadowhunters. I had reminded her to censor the gory and frisky bits, and then I was back at the fireplace with Jacob, Edward, and Esme - whom I had brought with me.

"Amanda's had the baby," Jake said softly, his voice as quiet as possible. "Unfortunately, she died."

A moment of silence followed his words in semblance of respect. After a few seconds Esme asked carefully, "How's Emmett with it all?"

Jacob bit his lip and responded, "He's pretty upset... But he says he'll live. They've decided that it would be best if they take the baby and allow Rosalie to mother it. Although they're worried she might smother it instead..." he muttered. "Anyway, they have a definite plan mapped out."

Edward sighed, running a hand through his eternally wind-swept hair. "Well, that's good at least... I noticed you said 'it'. Did he not mention the gender?"

"No, he said it's a surprise... I guess the only thing we can do is wait and find out. He didn't mention anything about it being named Bob, though. So that's a relief."

I laughed slightly. That was a relief. How horrible it would have been, calling the poor thing Bob! But now was hardly the time for laughing - a woman had just died.

Jasper's POV

I held the small baby in my arms, cuddling it against my chest. We had this all planned out. We had vacated the hotel, buried Amanda, and came back home. My job was to simply place the baby on the front step, which I did. I rang the doorbell and ran, hiding where Rosalie wouldn't see me. I just hoped she wouldn't smell me.

I wonder if Alex is waiting for me to come play... The thought apparently came from nowhere, a random flitting through my mind. The boy simply adored me, if I may say so myself. He was quite cute, I'd admit. I didn't mind playing with him. I had done the same for Nessie, so it wasn't something that bothered me. It was endearing, actually, to see those kids messing around, being all cutesy and happy. I believe I've said something like this before, but everyone should learn from babies and small children. They're definitely the happiest among us.

Just then, Rosalie opened the door. Immediately I could tell that she was upset about something. Then she glanced down and saw the baby. A joy and bafflement struck me that was so strong, so true, that I almost fell over with the effect. A tear even fell down my face.

I blinked it away impatiently, wanting to actually see what was happening.

Rosalie stood there in shock, a huge smile slowly spreading across her face. She lifted the blood-stained letter first, reading the words I had prepared in an unfamiliar script:

I know what two of you are; and I know this child is the same. Please, please care for the lonely creature. It'd break my heart to see the thing rejected.

Of course, this was quite hypocritical of the "author" of the letter. Calling the poor baby a "lonely creature" and a "thing" and all. Quite rude, if you ask me. But it was a fake, so it wasn't that important.

Rosalie made an odd noise in her throat, a low murmur of excitement. She bent down to pick the child up and immediately her eyes softened. Hugging the babe to her chest, she flounced back into the house, slamming the door shut behind her.

This'll be interesting...

Renesmee's POV

"Renesmee!" Rosalie called a few moments later. "Guess what?"

I stood and made my way to the front of the house to meet her. "What?" I pretended not to see the bundle in her arms.

"I have a baby!" she said with a primal joy, holding the thing out to me.

"Where'd it come from?" I asked in mock confusion.

"Does that really matter? I mean, there's a letter-" She handed the blood-stained note to me. "-but I don't really understand it. It says that she's a vampire!"

"So it's a girl?" I pretended to read the note in my hands. "Rosalie, this says that she's a half vampire."

"It does?" She snatched the note out of my hands and read it again. I could almost see the gears turning in her head, trying to make it out. "Oh... I-I guess it could... But that's not the point! I have a baby, Nessie!" The happiness in her voice was almost contagious.

I smiled. "That's great, Rose. That's really very great."

The next day, I discovered that the baby was indeed a girl. Rose had, overnight, decided to name her Jade. She had a huge appetite, but was quite a sweet little girl. She had fluffy flaming red hair that reminded me of fire, and eyes that reminded me of my own, like chocolate.

I was looking at her right now, in fact. Rosalie had hardly put her down, although I suspected that after a few weeks she would grow as weary as I had. But right now she hadn't, and she was loving the small dhampir with all her heart. It was nice to see Rose so happy, I have to admit.

"Hey, you..." Jake said, coming out of nowhere to sit beside me on the couch.

I smiled at him. "Hi."

"I have a question."

"Okay? What is it?"

He took my hand and thumbed the engagement ring on my finger. "When are we gonna get married?"

"Did someone say 'married'?" a high-pitched voice asked.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no!

Alice was in front of us suddenly, a malicious grin spread across her face. "I'll begin planning right away..."